The weather was getting much colder in Bangkok and in the countryside. So, I had to prepare myself with a wool sweater and a thick jacket with wollen gloves for my train journey to the northeast. I was glad that I was well equipped for the my journey. The train itself was quite cold as the air conditioning was too efficient for a change. The weather in Nongkhai was also very cold and refreshing. The temperature at night was around 16 degree Celsius.
I was greeted by my smaller orange cat, Kwan, who was always guarding the house. Her brother cat was somewhere in the fields hunting for field mouse. Kwan kept meowing for about ten minutes and complained how lonely she had been. Her brother wouldn’t stay close to his sister as he has become wilder and more independent. He would still came back for his food and if he didn’t see me around, he would continue his hunting trip. I had to accept Joan’s way and let him roaming around the fields though those stray dogs from the neighborhood still ran along the dirt road.
Kwan could become excessive in meowing for attention too often. She knew I would run to her to ask her why she’s crying for attention and help. I had to make it up to her for being absence for over a week. Kwan’s a very loving cat with strong bold character who could climb down trees without fear. She’s naturally spontaneous and curious most of the time. The house would have been too quiet without Kwan’s meowing.
Recently I found out that both orange cats liked to sleep on the zinc roof of the storage room. I guessed the sunshine warmed up the roof nicely for a nap. But each cat preferred to sleep there at different times of the day. (I had to ignore Kwan’s meowing so I could get on with my blogging. Kwan quietly went to her basket for her afternoon nap.).
Joan was always very quiet and hardly meowed for my attention. Fortunately he still loved his sister and didn’t mind sharing the same bowl of food. I had to call Joan’s name loudly to let him know that I had arrived at the house. To my surprise, he came up to the kitchen in less than an hour. He lost some weight and looked slimmer.
Joan looked quite wild and aloof as if he guarded his privacy dearly. He didn’t socialise with Kwan this time and rushed off to the dirt road as if he had to accomplish a mission in the fields. Sometimes I wished I could have read his mind. His quiet reserve was quite mysterious to me.
Life with these two orange cats has been a learning process for me. They taught me to be more sensitive to all animals and to have respect to all animals and small creatures in my garden. It has been quite enlightening to me to know that I could develop emotional relationships with my cats and that somehow they could read my mind. Joan could receive my telepathic message whenever I called for him with my third eye. If he was in troubles, I would be able to sense it straight away. I just hoped and prayed that the land spirits would continue to look after my cats for me.
Kwan and Joan rarely slept together in the same basket since last year. I guessed they were getting older, this year tget would be six years old! How time slippered by imperceptibly fast. I still could remember the first time that Joan took his first walk outside the box towards me. Kwan was too afraid to explore and stayed close to her mother. It was as if I was the parent watching the babies taking their first steps. It could be quite a pain to have such good and vivid memories. I used to have photographic memories when I was young.
My mind has been quite burdened by psychic impressions of the future and things that could happen to some family members including my neighbour. I knew things were already mapped out by karmic consequences and I had no power to alter fates. But I often tried to ‘save’ some people at the expense of my emotional well being. These cats helped me to become more grounded and accepting of life’s various turns. So, my life has become more peaceful and happier with my orange cats.
Wishing you peace, good health and prosperity.
Stay strong and cheerful.
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